Chapter 6
Just in case my mother–in–law tried to back out, I pulled up a voice recording on my phone.
It was from the day I begged her to let me stay.
And the way she threw me out like trash.
You want to play dirty?
Then don’t cry when you lose.
Even if Andrew’s illegitimate child was born, they wouldn’t see a dime of this money.
But seeing my in–laws regret every decision they ever made?
That was the real satisfaction.
Did they think of that when they kicked me out?
When smearing me didn’t work, my mother–in–law’s eyes flickered with something else–then she started yelling.
“Hah! I knew it! You planned this from the start!”
“You got that insurance policy so you could kill my son and make it look like an accident.”
“You just couldn’t wait to cash in and run off with your lover, could you?!”
I actually took a good look at her then.
She wasn’t just screaming nonsense.
She had thought this through..
This wasn’t just some dramatic outburst–this was a setup.
Framing me for Andrew’s murder would be the real win, wouldn’t it?
Because if I was convicted, that money would go straight to them.
And right on cue, the cops showed up.
“Miss Jennifer, you’re under suspicion for the murder of your husband, Andrew.”
“Please come with us.”
My mother–in–law didn’t even have to fake her outrage.
“Officer, arrest her now! She killed my son!”
13:19
His Just a Friend‘ Got Me Packing. And Her Karma Cama Deliver
I gave my in–laws one last meaningful look, said nothing, and obediently walked out with the police.
At the station, I saw who reported me–Laura.
Her eyes watered the moment she saw me.
“Sis, I know you hate Andrew for cheating on you, but this… this is too much.
“Yes, he had an affair, but so what?”
“He was just chasing true love! How could you kill him for that?”
A cheating husband. A scorned wife.
The perfect motive.
A mistress turning in the wife for murder?
Now that’s a headline.
“True love, huh?” I smiled coldly.
“You must be the most shameless homewrecker I’ve ever seen,”
“But tell me, Laura–if I killed Andrew, where’s your proof?”
I didn’t rush to defend myself.
Instead, I made her prove her accusation.
Never fall into the trap of proving your innocence.
“I–I don’t have evidence,” Laura stammered, looking away.
“But you had every reason to do it!”
“You knew he was cheating, you knew I was pregnant, and then you took out a high–value life insurance policy.”
“You wanted him dead so you could cash out and get revenge!”
She was right.
The police could easily confirm I’d followed Andrew and knew about his affair.
But compared to Laura’s hysterics, I was perfectly calm.
“Yes, I knew,” I said.
“But again–where’s the proof killed him?”
I turned to the cops.
“I wanted a divorce, sure.”
“But murder? Please.”
“That man wasn’t worth ruining my future over.”
“I’ll cooperate with the investigation–I just want the truth to come out.”
The officers exchanged glances.
My composure earned me a little goodwill.
“Don’t worry,” one of them said.
“We won’t accuse anyone without evidence.”
Now, I was curious–what else would the cops find?
They searched my phone and found plenty of photos.
Secret shots of Andrew and Laura.
Proof that I’d known about the affair and had been tailing them.
Combined with that insurance policy?
Yeah, I had a pretty clear motive.
After collecting evidence, an officer sat me down for questioning.
“When did you find out your husband was cheating?”
“The day before our anniversary last year,” I said.
“Laura texted me. I followed him and saw him walk into a hotel.”
“And why didn’t you confront him then? Were you already planning to kill him?”
“I wanted to,” I admitted.
“But I was weak. I still loved him.”
“And when I saw how sweet he was to her, that’s when I really gave up.”
“Did you know your husband took qut a high–value life insurance policy on you?”
“Of course,” I said,
“I planned to gather evidence and report him when he made his move.”
“But before I could… well, he had his accident.”
Chapter 6.
The officer gave me a sharp look but kept pressing.
“Was it really an accident?” he asked.
“Or did someone make it happen?”
“The car crash looked like an accident, sure–but we found something interesting.
“Andrew wasn’t drinking that night when he was out.”
“But he was drunk when he got in the car.
“He must’ve had that drink at home.
“And you knew he’d been drinking. So why did you let him drive?”
My heart skipped a beat.
They figured that out, too?
